Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Visage,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
AZ,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.